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No one cares about the cries of ordinary people, and no one cares about how troublesome the church's aftermath is. The rebellious knight has drawn his sword. Facing the sudden attack, the blond 'King Arthur' protects the people around him behind him and holds on. The flag of protection was raised.

This was definitely an unbearable blow, a torrent of magic mixed with Red's lifelong hatred and anger. However, the one who bore this blow was not King Arthur, but Jeanne d'Arc, the absolute judge of the Holy Grail War.

"My lord——"

Holding the holy flag tightly with her slender hands, Joan of Arc activated her true name with a holy look on her face.

The flag that Joan of Arc held in her hand as a substitute for her sword. The holy flag brought countless encouragement and excitement to the soldiers who followed the saint to fight, and it is said that it has always protected the saint who always fought on the front line.

"Appear here!"

This is the embodiment of the legend of waving the flag on the battlefield and winning the battle with almost no injuries. And if this flag is activated as a Noble Phantasm, it will convert the extra-standard magic power possessed by Joan of Arc into protective power against all physical or supernatural attacks.

Facing the attack released by Hong that contained all the hatred and joy, the holy flag completely blocked it -

Whether it was Jeanne, or the six guides Lingxia and little Jack behind her, they had now completely entrusted their lives to the holy flag in their hands and could only stare at the slender but strong figure of the girl in front of them.

Facing the violent vortex of magic, he just endured it silently.

Her figure - very similar to someone who fights against all evil in the world.

It also looks very similar to someone who fights against the dying planet.

It's very similar to everyone who uses their insignificant human body to fight against "that" in front of them.

With dignity, will, love, anger, or some other belief, even in the face of powerful violence that can easily kill tens of thousands of people, people still have the courage to rise up and fight with the courage to overcome fear.

Shuoyue looked at her tiny back and couldn't help but feel a certain pity for her. Although he knew it was an arrogant thought, he couldn't let go of this feeling when he thought of the sad legend she had lived.

Resentment is normal, and hatred is understandable. However, there is neither hatred nor resentment, not even nostalgia. That was an idea that even his true form, as an assassin, couldn't understand.

Arturia, who was being held back by Shuo Yue and prevented her from moving, inadvertently remembered the myth that Merlin told her about the old man parting the sea. The torrent of magic power that was completely blocked looked like divided sea water.

Her scabbard 'Avalon' can also block such attacks, but it cannot be as unwavering as Joan of Arc, because after all, the person who launched the attack is also hers...

Just as life has an end, a full-strength attack also has a moment of end. The attack that Red infused with all his strength was finally blocked by the holy flag that Jeanne unfolded. Even the terrifying energy that leaked out was deliberately directed to the sky by the saint, turning into meteors shooting into the universe.

After the light of destruction disappeared, Joan finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked back behind her, and then showed a bright and dazzling smile.

"You are all fine. That's great. Please leave as soon as possible."

The moment she turned around, the kindness of the saint disappeared, replaced by the majesty of the judge. Even when facing the one who came with rage for revenge, her beautiful face remained unmoved.

"red!"

Her call only resulted in Mordred's murderous slash.

"Go to hell, King Arthur!"

The lightning stung Joan of Arc's eyes. She frowned slightly, raised the holy flag and blocked the attack steadily. Then she took advantage of the momentum to retreat and came to the deserted street. Hong was more like a berserker than a swordsman. He just kept roaring and pouring out his hatred on the sword.

"Arthur! I'm going to kill you, let me kill you!"

? Arthur? King Arthur?

The holy flag creaked, and the royal sword dyed red by magic and hatred had unimaginable power. Even if Joan of Arc completely blocked it, the frenzied emotions still impacted her mind, but even so, Joan of Arc was still thinking calmly.

Red's real name is Mordred, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of King Arthur - so she mistook me for King Arthur?

Do I look a lot like King Arthur? He is a man! What's more, I belong to France and she belongs to Britain. There is a big difference, right?

The astonishment in Joan of Arc's heart was destined to remain unanswered, but if she knew that in the Fourth Holy Grail War, Marshal Gilles de Rey also mistook Altria for her, perhaps she could get some comfort?

——Although there is a fundamental difference in breast volume, obviously, you can't expect the half-crazy marshal and the furious Mordred to see the details clearly.

Unless... there is external interference.

Suddenly, Mordred felt a chill all over his body. Although I don’t know where I will be attacked from. But he was definitely being targeted.

It was thrown from a long distance, or maybe shot, I don't know if it was a javelin or a bow and arrow. But no matter who it was, if they continued like this, they would be killed...!

Before the theoretical thinking came to a conclusion, his intuition and instinct moved. Mordred exerted some brakes on the violent thrust and forced his body to rotate.

His body crackled due to the instantaneous overload, and as his body turned, Mordred looked towards one of the city's tourist attractions - the clock tower.

Eyes widened. Two figures appeared on the top of the bell tower, shrouded in the faint moonlight. There was a toned hero who looked like an ancient Greek sculpture. He drew his bow towards this side and loosened the bowstring!

In an instant, violent wind and loud noise attacked my whole body.

Chapter 448: Stormy Sighisoara: Rebellion

Chapter 449 Sighisoara, where the storm is gathering: The Sword of Rebellion

The arrow shot out did not deviate from the route that he had originally planned, but it did not achieve the expected result. Hei put down the bow and began to load the next arrow.

"Did you make it?"

Hearing Master Fiore's question, Chiron shook his head.

"No, unfortunately, the red team dodged the attack just now. They are indeed the best class."

As a famous attraction in Sighisoara, the clock tower is also the tallest in the city at 64 meters. While overlooking the entire city, it can also be seen from anywhere on the street.

The central spire was surrounded by four smaller towers. The two of them stood on the corridor, in a narrow space that could not even be called a foothold. An ordinary person would not be able to stand steadily for even a few seconds. However, Chiron relied on his natural sense of balance to walk on it as if it were flat ground. Considering his skills, this was not surprising.

The problem was his Master, Fiore. Due to the deterioration of the magic circuit, her legs were paralyzed. She could not stand normally and had to sit in a wheelchair. The space above the corridor was not wide enough to accommodate a wheelchair. But she had her own foothold - to be precise, she was not standing.

The girl's feet were floating in the air, and two long metal arms stretched out from behind to rest on the ground, supporting her body.

Black's archer group, Fiore and Chiron.

They are the members of the black team that Sakuyue found with the help of tuning magic. In addition to them and Lingxia, there is also a magician waiting for the opportunity, but without a follower, he is useless at this time.

"Master, Hongzhi has noticed us."

"Since the Judge's intelligence is correct and the battle has already begun, then follow the predetermined plan and assist the Judge. Chiron, please be the opponent. I will be in charge of her Master, the Lion Jiejieli."

She is obviously a gentle girl sitting in a wheelchair on weekdays, but when she comes to the battlefield, the momentum she shows can easily make Chiron bow:

"I understand, Master, please don't force yourself.

"Yes, I know."

The young magician controlled her magic arm and fell to the ground like a beautiful spider hunting for prey, while the Centaur Sage watched her master rush to the battlefield.

In Chiron's opinion, in terms of magic level, Lion Jie Li is on par with his Master Fiore. In terms of combat experience, Lion Zie has the upper hand, but in terms of combat acumen, Fiore is even better. The key is who can respond to the battle situation more calmly.

Without taking the time to think too much, Hong's angry gaze pierced him. Although she blocked Chiron's sudden arrow, it seemed to have damaged her helmet. So the swordsman simply threw away her visor, and her exposed bare face was shockingly beautiful, but those who had seen countless heroes knew one thing very well.

This young swordsman undoubtedly has the appearance of a hero.

The feeling of exaltation welling up from deep within——Chiron smiled bitterly. It seems that he is still too young. I wonder if it is because he was summoned in his prime. Now he is so clueless that even he is surprised.

But maybe it was because the hair style was too different, or maybe it was Mordred's distorted expression that caused Chiron to misjudge - he didn't realize what was so special about this swordsman.

But Joan of Arc, who was right next to Mordred, would never miss this detail.

"Your appearance...!"

Joan of Arc's surprise was not without reason. If Mordred was willing to comb her messy hair and soften her unruly face, she would look almost the same as Joan of Arc herself.

So, is this why she mistook me for King Arthur...

An enlightenment arose in Joan's heart, and Mordred, who was shot through the mask by Chiron, causing his face to be exposed, snorted angrily. As if he was no longer interested in Joan, he turned his hatred towards the bow on the bell tower. soldiers.

"Master, which one should we deal with, this annoying guy or that one over there? I prefer the one who is so proud of himself in the clock tower."

".You are already eager to fight. Well, this is a wise choice. I will take care of his.

Because of the dream he had in the morning, Lion Jie naturally would not blame Mordred too much. He also walked quickly forward and walked towards the direction where the "Beautiful Spider" fell, passing by Mordred.

"I'll leave it to you, please."

"I'm sorry. Well, I'm going to kill him right now."

Emotions such as anger and hatred had been completely released in the release of the Noble Phantasm. Now Mordred had no interest in the saint holding the holy flag, nor did she feel like apologizing. Her entire mind was now focused on the enemy on the bell tower, and a war-loving smile appeared on her face.

Mordred saw clearly that the black player had already drawn his bow to its full potential, and it would be too late to just run at full speed. However, she had the skill of "Magic Release", and after taking off her helmet, she could summon more magic power to entangle herself, and then spray it out in one breath to achieve explosive acceleration.

As if by an invisible tacit understanding, when the two masters were out of the range of the battle, the archers in the distance released their bowstrings, and Mordred instantly ignited the magic power in his body, and like a human cannonball, he rushed towards the distant enemy in one go.

The arrow arrived and Hong slashed it down with her sword, not hiding the smile on her face.

——Come on, you are my only target.

The Black Master was in the charge of his own Master, Lion Jie, and there was no way he would lose. Mordred was surprised to find himself so sure of this.

Until now, she had never trusted the magician so much. She also thought that the so-called magicians were just squatters with twisted personalities. No, in fact, this was the case for all the magicians she had encountered so far.

However, there are magicians who have such a personality that matches my own. This kind of pig advances by leaps and bounds. There is also a magician who can attack 90% and defend 10% - in other words, there is also a Master who respects the rebellious knight and caters to her so carefully.

Regarding this, Mordred was filled with joy in her heart, but out of the qualities of a knight, she quickly turned her attention back to the battle. To reach the sixty-meter-high bell tower, the number of steps required was twelve. , instead of using both hands and feet to climb, it's about galloping on the 90-degree outer wall.

The arrows did not stop, but the attacks that could have pierced countless soldiers were all dodged by Mordred, who had excellent intuition. Now that the distance was shortened to this point, there was no way to save the situation.

Nine steps——

As a means of long-range sniping, the bow is the best. Even compared to current firearms, it has the huge advantage of being able to attack almost silently. As long as it is at a long distance, this class is almost invincible.

Five steps——

However, if there was a way to shorten the distance from a long distance to a short distance in one go, the battle situation would change dramatically.

For example, what is known as the magical skill of a warrior... is the release of magic power!

Three steps——

Of course, archery has several disadvantages. First, continuous shooting is almost impossible. Second, the trajectory of the arrow can easily expose the archer's position. Third, archers are too fragile at close range.

step!!!

The reason why Mordred was convinced that he would win was inevitable. At this point, the archers were helpless.

Chiron was not at all panicked by the enemy's violent sudden attack, and just calmly nocked another arrow.

The arrow shot from the fully drawn bow came in front of her, but was deflected by the sword she held with both hands.

"Got you, Archer!"

The opponent had no time to shoot the next arrow. As a veteran Knight of the Round Table, Mordred was sure that he could finish him off with one strike.

But Chiron was also an experienced sage, and at this moment, he took an action beyond his intuition's expectations - he jumped into the air from his narrow foothold without hesitation, drawing his bow and shooting an arrow as he fell.

The night sky was lit up, and the starlight of Sagittarius fell from the distant realm, directed onto the bow and arrow drawn by the sage, so proudly aimed at the chest with the heaviest armor, and Chiron released the bowstring.

Shoot - hit!

The arrow wrapped in starlight forcibly destroyed the armor. The cold arrowhead pierced into the shoulder, and then the dizzying pain spread throughout the body. If Mordred had not forcibly twisted his limbs at the last moment, the soul core in his chest would have been shot through.

However, this was no consolation to those who were originally certain to win.

"You guy...!!"

Thunder ran through her lion-like green eyes. Mordred used only her anger to dispel the severe pain that spread from her shoulder to her whole body. Aiming at the falling archer, she activated the "Magic Release" without hesitation, and then grabbed the king's sword and charged from top to bottom!

The red lightning rushed forward, drawing a straight line on the sixty-meter-high bell tower. The lightning spread violently, carrying Mordred's rage, falling, falling, falling -

Straight to the black one who has already landed, Chiron!

It was like a star falling, Chiron thought in his mind. Although it was not beautiful, it was extremely intense, and people could not help but be dazzled by this light.

I see. He is truly an outstanding Heroic Spirit. To be able to regroup and counterattack immediately after being hit by an arrow like that, one must have a strong will that can endure the pain and impact.

In a few tenths of a second, she would strike me down with a sword. So, how should I defend myself from her attack?

Archery won't work. No matter how fast you are, it is too difficult to cope with a sword that only swings. There is no sword, no spear, no need for a bow, no mount, and no way to go crazy. Magic and daggers can't stop the sword.

——Then, we can only fight with this last weapon.

He fell sixty meters, and at the moment before landing, one foot applied just the right amount of force to the ground so that his body could turn to the side.

Facing the man holding the King's Sword, who was falling like a meteor, Chiron took a deep breath, and the longbow in his hand disappeared, replaced by a pair of hands that symbolized fists and strength.

With only a pair of fleshy palms, Chiron faced the rough red thunder and the powerful swordsman who landed suddenly!

I want to enhance the atmosphere through illustrations, but I am worried that the obtrusive illustrations will affect the reading experience...ah, what a happy trouble.

If you have any suggestions for this kind of reading experience, please feel free to say it in the comment area or in the book club.

Chapter 449: Sighisoara: The Sage's

Chapter 450 Sighisoara, where the storm is gathering: The Fist of the Sage

Black, Chiron.